"Macavity!" Echoes the skittish yell of Demeter before the cat runs away, panic set in her eyes as Bombalurina hurries after the female. All of the cats' attention, including yours, turns to the sinister laughter coming from the darkness of the junkyard. Ears perked up, you stay alert as kittens seem nervous, elders trying to calm them. Munkustrap's expression is firm, ready to protect the tribe. The fiend is here.